Before I get to the good part, I should give you some background. I am a 31 year old woman who was married at 19 to the first man she ever slept with. Our sex life could have been the textbook description of routine. Fancy, for my husband, was limited to the one time use of a vibrator during our lovemaking.
About a year and a half ago, my husband and I split up. He and I just were not the same people anymore. I now live on my own in a different city.
One night, while over at my friends', Mark and Carol's, house playing cards, Mark had stepped out onto the back porch for some fresh air. I followed him out, as it was also getting stuffy to me in the house. As we were sitting on the lawn chairs on the porch, Mark reached over and held my hand. "Lonely?" he asked.
I whispered, "Yes, a little." And gave out a small sigh.
Mark leaned over, whispered in my ear, "Don't be", and leaned in and kissed me.
As I started to kiss back, my mind was racing. "What about his wife, Carol? What if she comes out and sees him kissing me?" I stopped thinking as Mark's tongue slowly entered my mouth, seeking mine.
In previous visits to their house (it was a weekly get-together of friends to play cards, have a drink, etc.), there had always been the running joke that both Mark and Carol were "up for anything", as long as the other partner was OK with it.
Later that night, after all of the other guests had gone, I found myself sitting on the couch with Mark sitting beside me. Carol was across the room, working on a dress for her daughter, who was to be a bridesmaid in a wedding the following weekend. I asked Mark to rub my back as I had had the week from hell at work. As Mark rubbed my neck, his children said good night one by one. At last it was just Mark and I and Carol left in the living room. I decided to play coy and asked Mark if my sweater was in the way. He said it might be more comfortable if I removed it. As I slowly pulled my sweater over my head, I could hear Mark's sharp intake of breath as my breasts came into his view. My neck rub was forgotten as his hands slid down my chest to cup each breast in his hands. He flicked the nipples back and forth, causing me to sigh and lean back into him.
Mark leaned over to take my breast in his mouth and I knew it was all over for me. His tongue was soft and warm as it excited my nipple, making it harden and stand to a point. Mark said "You have beautiful breasts". I have always thought that my breasts were small, but it turns out, that's what Mark likes! He laid me back on the couch and continued to lick my breasts, sucking at one while flicking the nipple of the other.
Mark's hands slowly continued down my body, pushing the hem of my skirt up. He slowly rubbed my pussy through my panties, making delightful contact with my clit on every stroke. I was becoming wetter by the second. He slowly pulled my panties off, stopping to gently help each foot out of the confining garment. Mark then spread my legs and lowered his mouth to my waiting pussy. Long, slow strokes of his tongue were driving me through the roof! My mind was still very aware that Carol was just across the room, though she hadn't made a sound. As Mark continued to lick and delight my clit, he pushed one finger deep into my hot, wet, pussy and worked it in and out as he deftly made me cum by his tongue alone. I was trying very hard not to make too much noise, in the off chance that Carol was too wrapped up in her sewing to notice.
